He unlocked the door and resumed his promenade
of the deck.
Presently he strolled out of the promenade
and stood a moment at the crossing, as if undecided whether to go and listen to the band in the Jardin Publique, or to wander along the beach toward Castle Hill.
, as usual, and large customer brought (fat man).
I've got a beauty on the promenade
deck, but they wouldn't promise to keep me by myself.
By 7 o'clock in the evening, dinner was about over; an hour's promenade
on the upper deck followed; then the gong sounded and a large majority of the party repaired to the after cabin (upper), a handsome saloon fifty or sixty feet long, for prayers.
Within a minute from his entrance on the scene the poodles and the Irish terrier had vanished; the dog of doubtful breed was moving off up the hill, yelping, with the dispatch of one who remembers an important appointment, and Bill, miraculously calmed, was seated in the centre of the Promenade
, licking honourable wounds.
The boys came up on the promenade
deck, clustering close to the rail and worshiping Miss Caruthers who had flung them such a wealth of backsheesh.
So much do I esteem them that I am going to make the Comte de la Fere a visit, that I may converse with him tete-a-tete, and that we may not be disturbed at our interview you must conduct him, as I said before, to the pavilion of the orangery; that, you know, is my daily promenade
She doesn't knock about Paris with me by the hour; she contents herself with long interviews in the petit salon, with the curtains half-drawn, beginning at about three o'clock, when every one is a la promenade
She not merely avoided all external forms of pleasure- balls, promenades
, concerts, and theaters- but she never laughed without a sound of tears in her laughter.
The musicians then supped, and the promenades
in the gallery and the gardens commenced, beneath a spring sky, mild and flower-scented.
This fashionable watering-place, with its eastern and its western stations, its piers, its groves of pines, its promenades
, and its covered gardens, was, to Angel Clare, like a fairy place suddenly created by the stroke of a wand, and allowed to get a little dusty.